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She offers up one awkward and charming wave before backing up and leaving me alone in the room.
I bend down and check myself over in the mirror. My hair is a mess. I do what I can to smooth it back down, but it’s caked in gel and stiff in place. I do what I can and then think,fuck it. I’m leaving anyway. I slide her number into my pocket and grab my jacket off the floor before hitting the door.
The house is rather quiet. There’s still a lot of talking and noise, but no blaring music. I wonder if the party is over as I’m walking down the hallway and heading for the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I see Elizabeth and Margo standing at the door as people file out. Margo looks up at me and her eyes stretch wide as a big grin covers her face.
Chapter Eleven
ELIZABETH
Irush out of the bedroom and down the stairs. The party is ending, and Margo is standing by the door, telling her guests goodbye as she holds the door open for everyone leaving. So much for getting a clean break.
“Liz! There you are. I thought you left already.”
I stop at her side. “No, Jake and I were dancing when we bumped into Steve. He was being an ass—big surprise there—and I ran upstairs.”
“Steve was here?” she asks just as something catches her attention on the stairs. Her eyes double in size and then a grin appears.
I turn to see Jake heading down the steps. Shit. She knows.
“Wait, didn’t you just come from upstairs?”
I don’t say anything. I just pray she doesn’t put the pieces together.
“Oh my God. You two hooked up! Go you!”
Jake is finally down the steps now and he’s walking by the two of us. “Good night, ladies,” he says, offering a smile.
“Night, Jakey,” Margo says with a shit-eating grin.
“Night,” I tell him, watching him go.
The moment he’s no longer in view, Margo grabs my arm. “You and Jake banged it out?” she squeals. “How was it? Give me the deets!”
I roll my eyes. “Oh my God, Margo. Could you be any more childish?”
“Yes, and I will be if you don’t give me some details! How was it? How’d it happen? How was it?”
I laugh. “It’s late. Can we do this tomorrow, please?”
“Ugh, fine. Go. But you better meet me for coffee in the morning to talk about all of this. You have some explaining to do.”
“Fine,” I agree, before heading out the door and around the house to my car.
It’s dark out—no stars or moonlight on this cloudy night, so I have to be extra cautious on the country roads. On foggy nights like these, it’s easy to overlook a deer that will dart out in the road at the last second. I would prefer to not be a cautionary tale on drinking and driving, so I don’t allow my eyes or mind off the road; I can overthink my wild night later.
I finally make it home at nearly one a.m. I lock up and go straight to the shower, feeling dirty and sweaty from the night’s events. The water is hot and feels good on my tired, sore, stiff muscles. The moment I close my eyes and lean my head back to wash my hair, my head immediately goes back to Jake and the way he moved against me. My legs begin to shake again, just from thinking about him, and I wonder if I’ll ever find someone who’s half as good in bed as he is. I lost track of the number of times he made me come, and that’s never in my life been an issue. I’ve never gotten off during sex before; I’ve never even had more than one orgasm in a night—until tonight, that is.
I’m still smiling as I crawl into bed. Sleep takes me almost immediately.
Iwake in the morning feeling stiff and tired, like I didn’t move all throughout the night. I stretch and feel my muscles cry out.What the hell? Why am I so sore?I wonder, then I’m hit with the flashes of last night’s activities and it all makes sense.
My phone begins ringing, and I have to stretch to answer it and that only hurts worse. “Hello?”
“Liz, you’re late. I’m at Norman’s now,” Margo says.
“Ugh,” I moan.
“Let’s go. You promised.”
